Haunted House nightmare

A little background: I have never been to a haunted house in my life. I see a commercial for haunted houses on t.v. and immediately change the channel. I love Halloween, but always dread when the Haunted Houses open up because I know that it's inevitable that one day I will not be so lucky to avoid it and actually have to walk through one and live out my nightmares. Well that day came Saturday. After dinner at Dalton's, Colton, Sherise, Cole and I were debating on what to do. We always rent a movie and go back to someone's house to watch it so this time we thought we should spice it up a bit. With Oaklee snug as a bug at her Grandma's house, we had all the time in the world, so "Why not go to a haunted house?" My stomach went into a tight not. "Um how about a corn maze!?" Everyone looked at my frightened expression, told me I was lame, and that we were definitely going to a haunted house. I thought about running home, or bumming a ride with some stranger, anything but the Haunted house. The drive to American Fork I was literally sweating, the knot in my stomaching growing bigger with each passing exit. When we arrived at the House I thought I was going to faint, and we weren't even to the door yet. We got our tickets and headed for the line to enter the "Haunted Forest." To make matters worse, while waiting, shivering with fear and bitter cold, these creatures can come up behind you and get in your face and scare the living sh*% out of you, and apparently I was an easy target because I got harassed the whole time. I clung to Colton for dear life as we entered the doors to the spooky mansion. I buried my head in his coat and tried not to cry (seriously!) The forest/mansion was filled with mine shafts that had wet floors and things dangling from the ceiling, clown alleys, and my personal favorite, the chainsaw men. Whenever I would hear the sound of a chainsaw firing up in the distance I would literally think I was going to pee my pants, throw up, and cry simultaneously. I have never ran so fast in my life then when I heard the sound of the chainsaw in my ears. When the living nightmare finally ended, I had lost my voice and my knee's were knocking together from fear. So lessened learned, I will never go to another haunted house in all my life! I will bum a ride at Dalton's on the corner if I have too! Am I the only one with an experience like this!? I'm dying to know!